Following on from the wife and her encounter whilst on her Christmas party (previous story), we decided on a last minute break to Southern Spain to get some winter heat.

Flights and apartment booked for a long weekend, just the two of us.

Hand luggage only, I packed light knowing I'd be happy with shorts, polo shirts and a smart lightweight jacket for the evenings.

Mrs, on the other hand utilised her full 10kg. I hadn't a clue what she'd packed but knew she'd spent time in the depths of her wardrobe selecting lingerie from her 'special' case which is hidden at the back of the shoe section.

We boarded on time and landed in Malaga for around midday their time. Train to the town and with not being able to get into our accommodation until 4pm, we did a few outside bars, soaking up the February sun. Albeit it was around 18 degrees, it was pleasant enough rather than the 7 degrees back home.

On getting the apartment keys and showing passport ID to the rental company, we finally got into the room. Standard apartment overlooking the main square. The living room was slightly off the first bedroom and out of sight, the second bedroom open plan so both double beds were well within view of each other. The bathroom was off the second bedroom.

We opted for the second bedroom due to it being furthest away from the patio doors of the main square and joked that we could have a bed each if necessary.

After unpacking, we had a bit of a play and got showered before heading out to taste the nightlife. Friday night, relatively busy with locals not venturing out until midnight, a combination of alcohol and tiredness took its toll and we retired back to our base early.

Saturday, we woke early and headed to the beach to see if it'd be warm enough to take in some rays. Sun loungers seem to have been retired for the winter so we placed our towels down on the sand with me wearing swim shorts and the wife, a two piece bikini in orange. Low cleavage, high leg and tied at each side. She looked stunning albeit no tan all thanks to the winter weather.

After braving it for a couple of hours we decided to head into town to browse the shops and have a bite to eat. Wasn't dinnertime, wasn't quite teatime, a little in between so we knew we'd either skip tea or eat very late which isn't really our thing. We had a decent meal, a few drinks and headed back along the main street weighing up the evening entertainment in preparation for going out after a shower.

We'd spotted a piona bar on our travels so decided to head there. A Nothern ex pat was singing that night which was right up our street. We got inside to the near dead bar wondering if we'd made the right choice due to the lack of clientele but were immediately greeted by the owner, one half of a same sex partnership. He explained that the place would liven up once the singer started so we took our place on high stools away from the bar within view of the stage.

Barstaff and owners both came to speak to us letting us know it was mainly an American audience with the odd Scandinavian thrown in most nights. Everyone was friendly and after an hour, the singer showed up.

Blonde, slim, early 50's, high cheek bones - simply stunning. Neither of us could take our eyes off her. The singer, accompanied by her boyfriend, some 10 years younger than her, started to set up and proceeded with sound checks. We were still her only audience and were that mesmerised by her beauty, we actually applauded a sound check. Alcohol obviously played a part but we didn't care and neither did she. The singer came over to us and started chatting, again reiterating that it would get busy. She was actually from the South of the UK but her boyfriend was a Northerner, growing up around two miles from where we're from.

As predicted, the singer set to work and the place started filling up with mainly single males and the odd couple. I sensed the bar attracted gay or bi males due to the owners but everyone was really friendly and pleasant.

After her first set, the singer came back for a chat and there it was, alcohol induced, my wife blurted out, "If I was gay, you'd definitely be my type."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry but the singer seemed to lap it up, taking it in her stride and welcomed the compliment. This was incredibly sexy and my wife knew it too.

My wife had chosen to wear a short summer dress with cork wedge heel sandals and a denim jacket to keep the chill of the night out. With being inside, the jacket was over the back of the high stool and the floral dress showed off her ample cleavage and shapely legs which were enhanced by the stool and the fact she was sat cross legged causing the hem to ride higher. Definitely no bra but didn't know her choice of panties at the time.

The singer took to the stage and sang directly on occasions to my wife. I sat hoping for something more but my hopes were dashed as she finished singing and came to say goodbye. It appeared that her boyfriend was the jealous type as he hardly acknowledged us after the initial exchange of pleasantries. The singer did however exchange details with my wife, letting her know when she was back at that venue along with other local venues locally, asking her to keep in touch.

As it got to the early hours, with the bar close to closing, a tall dark haired male came over to talk to us. American accent, telling us he was on business from Washington and was returning the following day. He called himself, 'Tom' and was aged in his mid 30's. He was in decent shape and relatively good looking. We all still had drinks left and chatted with him, him flirting with both of us.

My wife went to powder her nose and Tom complimented her in her absence telling me he liked an older woman, made reference to the singer and asked if we were up for some fun.

I didn't really know the answer as I wasn't sure whether my wife was still horny from the singer outburst so I told Tom he'd have to test the water by making a move on my wife. Nothing too much, just a bit of heavy flirting and some brief touching of her arm and bare leg.

My wife returned to our table and I went to the toilet looking behind as I went. I saw my wife and Tom laughing and chatting but on my return, I could see Tom's hand resting high on my wife's thigh.

Tom made no attempt to move it on my return, just used his thumb to gently stroke the top of her thigh.

With the bar closing, I asked Tom if he'd like to come back to our apartment which was a short walk away. He accepted and with my wife off her stool, clearly drunk, she walked in the middle of us linking an arm each.

On getting to the accommodation, my wife disappeared towards the bedroom area and myself and Tom chatted some more. He was single, always had been but wasn't short of action back home.

After a while, wondering where my wife had got to, she appeared back into the living room. My jaw dropped as she walked in wearing a braless sailor all in one suit with a crotchless brief. She stood and looked at us before moving forward and kissing me heavily. Her mouth on mine, her left hand now on Tom's crotch rubbing him. Her lips left mine and moved to Tom, kissing him passionately whilst unfastening his trousers.

She pulled away and asked what we were waiting for. We had a bare breast each to play with and within minutes we were both naked. Licking and nibbling her naked breasts, our hands clashed as we both reached down to her bald pussy to see how wet she was.

My wife took hold of our erect cocks and led us both to the second bedroom area. She sat down on the bed and made eye contact with me before taking my length in her mouth. She moved between our cocks, taking it in turns to suck us making sure the wanked the other slowly as she did.

"Fuck me," she said. "I want both of you tonight."

My wife positioned herself on her front, head still buried in Tom's erection so I moved behind her and nudged effortlessly into her wet cunt. Her arse was wide open and I started to build a rhythm in her pussy, watching her furiously taking as much of Tom as she could. I contemplated fucking her arse right there but she soon swapped positions, lying on her back presenting her gaping cunt to Tom and me hovering over her as she took my cock in her mouth.

She gasped as Tom went in, concentrating on being fucked rather than sucking my cock and it wasn't long before Tom started to cum. My wife sensed this and started to suck me like never before. Tom emptied his sperm into my wife and she seemed to shake at the same time, presumably orgasming as he filled her up.

I wasn't finished and with Tom being done, he went to lie on the spare bed. I lay behind my wife and told her I wanted her arse. I played with her cunt and lubed her arse with Tom's spunk. She was soaking from both hers and Toms juices and I made easy access into her arse. Slowly at first until I was all the way in with her panting through pleasure, the initial pain subsided. I eventually came, as did she due to my expert fingers playing with her swollen clitoris.

We nodded off, myself and wife in one bed, Tom in the other within view of us.

In the early hours, I woke, dehydrated. My wife wasn't next to me. I looked over and she and Tom were fast asleep on the other bed. My mind raced. Had they, were they going to, was I to be part of it? I nodded off again after a mouthful of water.

I then woke, presumably at similar time to them to see Tom kissing my wife passionately. His fingers were buried in her cunt, his erection standing tall. Tom then climbed on top of my wife in the missionary position and started to fuck her. The kissing had stopped and my wife was looking directly at me, eyes rolling into the back of her head occasionally and clearly enjoying herself. I started to grow and played with my cock so she could watch. Tom fucked her in that position until they both came, myself not long after.

My wife lay there after Tom had rolled off with cum dribbling out of her pussy. She looked fulfilled and satisfied and once Tom had made his excuses and left, returned to our bed so I could go again and reclaim her. We fucked again discussing our fun with Tom, both of us turned on.

The holiday passed without any further naughtiness, both happy with the one night of play. We returned home to our 'normal' lives knowing anything was possible going forward.

The singer may you ask? That is another story that happened later on in the year on our return.